She trots up beside him, quite confident that she would have interrupted him whether he was keen on focusing his attention to the scent or not. He doesn’t seem very eager to find the wolf it belongs to, though, and she finds justification for her imposition with his words, an almost smug satisfaction settling over her at the knowledge that he doesn’t mind her company. ”Is there a reason you don’t want to find him,” she asks, head slanting slightly sideways as her curious eyes blink at him. ”If the question is personal, you do not have to answer.” She feels like a nosy child discovering the world and its inhabitants for the first time.

In a way, she is. She can’t remember a thing of her old life, who she was or where she came from. Friends? She could just as well have none at all, there is no recollection of them.

The monster had taken them from her; whether it be the proverbial monster in her mind with the wicked yellow eyes or just the accident itself manifesting as a monster in her mind, she does not know. Perhaps it had been a freak accident, she can’t presume to know the truth lest she find the beast with the yellow eyes. He would have the answers for her. Would she want them when she found them?

But then, she’s gotten off track and all turned around. She huffs to herself, a soft snuffle of air before turning her gaze back to the magnificent dark creature beside her, giving him her name as if she were quite confident that it was, in fact, her name. His voice touches her ears, all pleasantries and introductions laid out like candy on the table. ”The pleasure is all mine,” she says, flashing him a wolfish grin.

For a moment, her eyes wander as the moon lights up the night-kissed terrain, casting shadows and sharp angles across the earth. The quiet rush of the river beside them fills the silence, along with the far off chirp of nocturnal insects coming out to play in the darkness of nightfall. Were she not on a mission to find safety - a place to sleep, perhaps a pack to join (for now) - and her mystery wolf, she might’ve stopped to enjoy the evening and wash herself in the cool river water. Unfortunately, there is no time for such frivolous behaviour when one has a rogue wolf to hunt down.

Is that what he is? Perhaps he isn’t rogue at all, but the thought does cross her mind.

She turns her emerald blue eyes back to Iscariot, having considered his hint at the fact that there might be dangerous beasts at the end of his trail. Had he meant to frighten her off, or just give proper warning? He sounds sincere in his warning.

In any case, his words do not frighten her so much as inspire her and fill her with glee; attackers, he calls them - but could it be? No, it can’t be so simple. And yet…

”Coincidentally, we might have something in common, Iscariot… You see, I as well am seeking an attacker. My own,” she says, barely able to contain the excitement in her voice. ”Iscariot,” she breathes, eyes widening as she imagines the possibility of confronting the beast who had left her to die. Maybe she had it all wrong, maybe there had been no attack - just a tragic accident and a lone wolf dragging her to a safe place to recuperate. But something in those yellow eyes, the memory a distant and fuzzy blur, tells her otherwise.
She stops, heels digging into the dirt with the suddenness of it, her chest rising and falling in deep, gasping breaths as a multitude of emotions crash upon her all at once. Fear, excitement, determination…. ”I woke up in a cave with no memories, Iscariot. The only thing I can remember is falling. Falling, and a pair of yellow eyes. Evil, wicked eyes….” she pauses to catch her breath and catch his gaze, her heart hammering like hummingbird wings behind her ribcage. ”What if...what if these are the creatures who did this to me?” Her voice is breathy, nearly strangled with raw emotion. Though her eyes rest on his, they are vacant, unseeing as she struggles to remember something more. Anything more.

But there is nothing but darkness, stretching on and on like a void in her head. Despite her best efforts, a whine escapes her.